Fair warning: If you get squeamish at the sight or thought of blood, you may want to skip this post. On the other hand, if you have vampire tendencies, this should be a treat. They say a pint of blood could mean the difference between life and death and since I figured I had a pint to spare, it seemed like an easy contribution to make to the greater good. Plus, my church was holding a blood drive. At church. On Sunday. It really couldn’t have been easier to get on board with such a worthy cause. After filling out a bunch of paperwork and certifying that I hadn’t had a corneal implant in the past 12 months, ever had Hepatitis or exchanged sex for money or drugs in the past 30 years, I was ready to give. I had some reservations about having a needle poked in my veins since I am a notoriously “difficult draw.” When I go in for my annual physical, I always request the most experienced phlebotomist (fancy title for a blood sucker in a lab coat) because apparently it’s difficult for most… Read more